I was thrilled to learn that Seattle hosts some 7-eleven gas stations. You think I’m nuts. Go for it.
I have loads of happy memories as a kid getting slurpees and while some gas stations have tried, no one can match the wall of slurpee machines in a 7-eleven. It was the cap to a perfect St Louis Summer Day to grab a giant (which is now a size medium) slurpee and wield it’s magical spoon/straw.
Even as an adult, Andrew knows he can always make my day – completely turn it around, in fact – with a simple frozen coke. It’s better than flowers, hands down.
We have a 7-eleven just blocks from our house. SCORE.
Evelyn has been indoctrinated!
**Her small pink lemonade lasted for six desserts, thanks to the ice shaver we received some years back. She did not drink the entire thing in one sitting for, though they are delicious, they are a recipe for crazy-town!